Girls from da Hood 11 by Nikki Turner Page B

focused on folding her Victoria’s Secret thongs and placing them in the top dresser draw of her dresser.
    â€œYeah, I saw it,” Lenore confirmed.
    â€œJeff came home looking all spaced the hell out and hyped. I tried to ask him what happened, but he didn’t want to talk about it. He just kept pacing back and forth saying, fuck them bean eatin’ muthafuckas. I think he was high,” Denise admitted.
    â€œYeah, Mike B just came in took a shower and went to sleep. I knew something happened, just didn’t know what. This morning, he told me he had to get rid of the Range. I didn’t even ask why, but I figured something happened.” Lenore rebutted. “But, you think Jeff was high?”
    â€œCome on now, you know I been around him and it enough to know when somebody fucking around,” Denise reminded her. “Plus, lately this muthafucka be going for hours, when on his best, fifteen minutes and he’s out like the bedroom lights,” she chuckled. “At first I thought he was fuckin’ with some other bitches, but it’s definitely the drugs. Nigga be fucking the shit outta me with the dope dick.”
    â€œGirl, you shot out.” Lenore joined her in a light chuckle.
    â€œWell, outside of weed, I know Mike B not messing around like that. And like I told you time and time again, he a beast in the bed. Even last night, he did some fly romantic shit and we got it in for hours,” Lenore bragged.
    â€œOkay, bitch, you don’t have throw it up in my face, unless you sharing. You already know I share.” Denise laughed again, but was serious at the same time.
    â€œAnyway, moving right along.” Lenore side stepped and ignored her comment. “So, shit really started hitting the fan.” She switched subjects, referring to what they believed to be Mike B and Jeff’s handiwork on the news.
    â€œYup, I guess so. A few weeks from now, this shit will have come to a head. And when it does, we’re not gonna be nowhere near it.”
    â€œI’m with you on that, girl,” Lenore agreed.
    â€œYeah, but on another note, Jeff told me he came up with something. Said he’d fill me in on it later. I’ll let you know when he lets me know,” Denise added.
    â€œOkay,” was all Lenore answered. But in her mind, she had so much more she wanted to say.
    The vibration of her phone caused Lenore to look at her screen. When she removed it from her ear, she instantly recognized the unsaved number.
    â€œHey, I gotta take this call, but I’ll either see you or talk to you later.”
    â€œOkay, bitch, you better.”
    â€œBitch, bye.”
    Lenore laughed and clicked over.

Chapter Seven
    Denise knew that Jeff had been busy and why, but she had a serious problem with not being able to hide her feelings. A bit of a brat at times, she was stubborn and wanted what she wanted, when she wanted it. The frustration of not being able to have him around when she wanted him was really starting to get on her nerves. Although he had constantly reminded her of the bigger picture, still she didn’t like how things were going lately. She blamed it on a lack of satisfaction. Jeff was handling his business in the streets but not in their bedroom, since he and Mike B had gone on a rampage. She smashed the speakerphone button to hang up, turned around with a visible attitude plastered on her face. She stomped over to the island picking up the bottle of water, took a drink, and then headed up the back stairs. She went down a long hallway lined with art, then through French doors and into her bedroom.
    Their master bedroom was huge, at least 1,000 square feet, mostly decorated in white, much like the suite she and Jeff stayed in at the Caesar’s Palace out in Las Vegas, which was Denise’s favorite getaway spot being as though she was a West Coast chick. There was a flat screen above the fireplace that was double sided so it could be